Maybe He Was More Than The Sum

I Will Not Wait To Love As Best As I Can. We Thought We Were Young And That There Would Be Time To Love Well Sometime In The Future. This Is A Terrible Way To Think. It Is No Way To Live, To Wait To Love.

The Air Is Like Being Wanted, We Say, And They Nod Approvingly. The Air Is Like Getting Older, They Say, And They Touch Our Arms Gently.

Dignity Is An Affectation, Cute But Eccentric, Like Learning French Or Collecting Scarves.

You're Breaking Out Of Character, Again.

I'll Always Be Working On Five Things At Once, Usually With Those Documents Open At The Same Time Because If I Get Stuck Somewhere I'll Jump Over To Something Else. That's How My Head Has Always Worked.